This is my first Inheritance Fan Fic so I hope you like it. Remember I do not own any characters that are christopher Paolini's or any other names of city's and such. I might create a few characters so be prepared for that. Most of this is from the ending of Inheritance then it goes on to my writing. From here on out though its going to be my writing. Any reviews will help so it would be appreciated if you wrote some.

They soon arrived at the top of a small hill and gazed down from it upon the Talita, which sat waiting for them on the far side. The ship appeared as Eragon knew it would. As it must.

By the light of the pale moon, the vessel looked like a swan ready to take flight from the wide, slow-moving river and carry him into the vast unknown. The elves had lowered its sails, and the sheets of fabric gleamed with a faint sheen. A single figure stood at the tiller but otherwise the deck was empty.

Past the talita, the flat, dark plain extended all the way to the distant horizon: a daunting expanse broken only by the river itself, which lay upon the land like a strip of hammered metal.

A tightness formed in Eragon's throat, and he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, as if to hide himself from the sight.

They slowly rode down the hill and through the whispering grass to the pebble beach by the ship. The hooves of the horses sounded sharp and loud against the stones.

There Eragon dismounted, as did the others. Unbidden, the elves formed two lines leading to the ship, one facing the other, and they planted the ends of their spears in the ground by their feet and stood thus, statue like.

Eragon looked them over, and the tightness in his throat increased, making it difficult to breathe properly.

Now is the moment, said Saphira, and he knew she was right.

Eragon untied the casket of gold and gems from the back of his horse's saddle and carried it to Roran.

"This is where we part then?" Roran asked.

Eragon nodded. "Here", he said giving the casket to Roran. "You should have this. You can make better use of it than I. . . . Use it to build your castle.

"I'll do that," said Roran, his voice thick. He placed the casket under his left arm, and then he embraced Eragon with his right, and they held each other for a long moment. Afterward, Roran said, "Be safe Brother."

"You too, Brother . . . . Take care of Katrina and Ismira."

"I will"

Unable to think of anything else to say, Eragon touched Roran once more on the shoulder, then turned and went to join Arya where she stood waiting for him by the two rows of elves. They stared at each other for a handful of heartbeats, and then Arya said, "Eragon." She had drawn her cowl as well, and in the moonlight, he could see little of her face.

"Arya." He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so full of emotion, he trembled. He did not want to leave, but he knew he must. "Stay with me-"

Her gaze darted up, "I cannot"

". . . stay with me until the first curve of the river."

She hesitated, then nodded. He held out his arm, and she looped hers through his, and together they walked onto the ship and went to stand by the prow. The elves behind then followed, and once they were all on board, they pulled up the gangplank. Without wind or oars, the ship moved away from the stony shore and began to drift down the long, flat river.

On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss. For several minutes, Eragon stood next to Arya, and neither spoke as they watched the first curve in the river approach. At last, Eragon turned to her, and he pushed away the cowl away from her face, so that he could see her eyes.

"Arya," he said. And he whispered her true name. A tremor of recognition ran through her. She whispered his true name in response, and he too shivered at hearing the fullness of his being. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Arya forestalled him by placing three of her fingers upon his lips. She stepped back from him then and raised one arm over her head.

"Farewell, Eragon Shadeslayer," she said.

And then Firen swept down from above and snatched her off the deck of the ship, buffeting Eragon with the gusts of air from his wings. "Farewell," Eragon whispered as he watched her and Firen fly back toward where Roran still stood upon the distant shore.

Then Eragon finally allowed the tears to spill from his eyes and he clutched the railing of the ship and wept as he left behind all that he had ever known. Above, Saphira keened, and her grief mingled with his as they mourned what could never be.

In time, however, Eragon's heart slowed, and his tears dried, and a measure of peace stole over him as he gazed out at the empty plain. He wondered what strange things they might encounter within its wild reaches, and he pondered the life he and Saphira were to have- a life with the dragons and Riders.

We are not alone, little one, said Saphira. A smile crept across his face.

And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.

Eragon went to his room on the boat and sat on his bed to think. He thought to himself and furthermore Saphira that he would never forget his friends and family that helped him succeed in becoming who he is and will become. He also promised himself that he would never forget his first and only true love Arya. Then he went on to think of what to do when he finds his new home. He started thinking of names for the new home of the Dragon Riders. His list didn't go quite as long as he expected since he decided the name should be Doru Araeba the original kingdom of the riders.

Umaroth, Glaedr, and the other dragons approved of the name, but made sure that he understood that there will be changes from the original. Eragon understood knowing what they meant, remembering the past is good but living it again isn't always the best idea. Also he knew the mistakes that were made were going to be changed.

After many hours of planning and drawing designs for the city itself he decided to call it a night and go to bed. He bid Saphira a good night and laid down to rest. He found himself crying again because he couldn't stop thinking of what he was going to miss as time wore on.

After what seemed like minutes he felt that familiar conscience press against his mind and he heard her say, "Remember little one we are not alone, yes we are going to miss a lot but you cannot let it bring you down. I am sure Nasuada will tell you of the events that will occur as you will have to talk to her about the eggs that we will send," and with that she let him be, knowing that had settled him enough. Eragon felt better but still had a twinge of sadness after what Saphira said and after a few seconds was finally calm enough to fall asleep.

Eragon stirred in his sleep as he dreamt. He woke with a start nothing felt right to him being on this ship so he went to the only comfort on it. He walked to Saphira hoping no elves would see him in this state. He hurried to Saphira and crawled to her stomach and curled up into a ball beside her. Everything went dark as her wing came over him engulfing him in warmth and comfort. He had to set his mind straight before he got to his destination or things were going to start off with confusion and turmoil.